Auction Deal

"I promise you!" Su Muxiao screamed, "Hurry and report! "Quickly report!"

"Nineteen hundred thousand!" Just as Su Muxiao finished speaking, she raised the number plate in her hand and shouted.

Auctioneer's hand stopped in midair, and her entire Treasure-collecting Tower quieted down once again.

"Sizzle ~"

There was the sound of something shattering.

Feng Jingyi tightly held onto his chest. He was already so heartbroken that he couldn't speak anymore.

His mind was blank and his ears were buzzing. He could not hear what was happening outside. He raised his eyes, as if a servant had ran in to help Su Muxiao, who was sitting on the ground, and a few waiters had tidied up the mess in the room.

He looked at Bai Zheng who was standing at the side. Her fair face had a smile that was not a smile.